RUN AWAY!

[Eppy]

"Shields at six percent!" Sensors yelled. "One more volley and she's down!"

"Tactical, break out the main gun!" Cavicchio yelled, sitting down and tapping the arms of her chair furiously. "Helm, get behind them! I want to take out the engines with one shot! Ready the Razor volley!"

On the bow, the dorsal-bow turret slot opened, and out rose one Heavy Mortar, for quick destruction in a flash. The power grid-lines along the small blue turret began to glow red once more, as Fantasia slid in behind her limping prey.

"FIRE!"

The final Razor volley leapt from Fantasia's guns, four shots spattering against the faint particle shield, and the fifth passing right through. The glowing Mortar discharged its battery, the anti-proton slug whipping out of the seemingly small barrel and smashing straight into the Farallan's engine bank, which exploded brilliantly, spraying Fantasia's shields (fifty-six percent) with shrapnel.

"She's completely dead in the water." Sensors announced on the suddenly quiet bridge. "Largely undamaged past the engines, but her guns and shields are out of commission with the reactor gone."

And everybody started cheering.

Chavicchio grinned, putting her arms behind her head and kicking her feet up upon her Command Console.

"Life is good."

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Willow's Scimitar screamed out of Fantasia, rippling past the shields at speed, aiming his bow for the Juggernaut's small docking bay. It penetrated just as the shields went down, crashing into the deck as the cockpit popped and Willow jumped for the wall, an automatic pistol and nanosword in tow. He landed on the deck with a thud, sprinting off to the closest computer terminal to pull up a vessel map.

"Don't move!"

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.